My car is currently out of commission so most of my meanderings have involved the park in front of my house. Which has been okay, my knee has been in pretty bad shape this last month so I’ve needed to take it easy.
I must have turned a point in the healing process because I have periods where my knee feels practically normal.
So I have this confluence of greater mobility and a developing case of cabin fever which has created a wicked strong case of wanderlust. It’s so strong that I want to leave town on Labor Day weekend which I never want to do (everything is too crowded and the traffic coming back is horrendous).
So many things make me think of places I want to go. Friends are going mushrooming tomorrow somewhere along 410 and I immediately want to go to Federation Forest State Park. I hear “Let It Be” on the radio and it’s Larabee State Park I want to go to. Or “Long December” comes on and makes me want to go to the ocean even though it’s not December. [Once, many years ago, the radio alarm clock turned on just at the line "it's been so long since I've seen the ocean, guess I should." so we went to the ocean that day.] And, of course, my calendar makes me want to go to Fort Worden since it is the state park of the month. And the glutton for punishment side of me thinks a day trip to Cape Flattery would be keen (I do not have the road tripping endurance of when I was there last and, even then, thought that was too much for a day trip.)
For now I will have to satisfied witch shorter excursions. But as soon as I have a working car again, I am outta here.
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